Chapter 2 (Brother's Stick Together)

Ryder's POV

"You could've been part of our gang, Big D!" Marcus shouted, laughing. I gave a worried look over to Dudley, who was struggling keeping his balance on the tree. I was hanging on, just about. I could feel my foot slipping though.

"I could've, but you would have bullied Ryder, and that is not okay with me!" Dudley said in such a tone that made me jump out of fright.

"RYDER!" I heard a shout, but everything was going dark...

"Look at him James! Aw he's the spitting image of you!" A women with red wavy hair lifted her child up, rocking him back and forth. James chuckled lightly.

"Harry will take after his Father and Godfather! I'm telling you now, my dear, he'll be next in line for the Marauders gang, he'll be playing pranks before he's three!" He said excitedly. Lily rolled her eyes just as they heard someone at the door. She grinned at James lovingly before he charged down the stairs to the door, expecting it to be Sirius.

"I hope not, eh, Harry! You might be good flying, its in your blood, but I bet you will have the certain knack for potions like I do," She smiled as she put him back down into the cot.

"Lily! Lily get out of there!" She heard a shout, her eyes widened, she would not leave her husband. Stroking Harry's forehead, she looked to her left. She would not be scared. Voldemort was just a man. Nothing more.

"Your husband is dead, Lily," Voldemort taunted, she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't.

"Harry, Mummy loves you! Daddy loves you! Be safe, my child, you won't ever be alone," She said, kissing her son's forehead before facing Voldemort again.

"Please, just don't kill Harry!" She cried out, Voldemort laughed, shaking his head.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Is he dead?" Dudley. That was Dudley. I grinned, opening my eyes.

"Is who dead?" I asked cheekily, trying to pretend that everything was okay. I didn't really know what to think. Was that... Me?

Who's Voldemort?

"Oh God! Ryder, don't do that to me!" Dudley exclaimed, hugging me, bringing me out of my thoughts as I hugged him back. I looked around to see where we were. Still in the playground, hang on, is that Miss Stacey?

"Ryder, I called your parents, they should be here soon, you and Dudley will have the rest of the day off, you might have concussion," She said, feeling my head. "Hmm, definitely warm, but no surprise there,"

Just then we saw Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon running up to the playground, looking extremely worried and out of breath.

"Oh my God, is he okay?" Petunia asked, I smiled at her,

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm not a child," I said, smirking slightly. I heard her sigh, Miss Stacey replied to my comment.

"You're eight," She said, confused.

"Come on, lets get you home," Petunia spoke, helping me up off the ground. It didn't take long to reach the car, I didn't break any bones. I might've sprained my wrist but that's not important.

Aunt Petunia had told me about what happened to my parents two years ago, she also told me that I was a Wizard, as I managed to get onto a roof while running from Marcus and his gang. But she didn't say who killed my parents, just that they were murdered.

Was that what actually happened that night? If so, why did they call me 'Harry'?

Is, is that my name? To be honest, I do like that name more than Ryder, it kind of just, flows more, I guess.

"Ry, you've been silent for ten minutes, what's on your mind?" Dudley asked. I sighed and closed my eyes, do I tell them what I had just seen? I probably should. I can understand why they changed my name though. Petunia would hate the name 'Harry'. She hates common names.

"I need to talk to you all when we are home, and Dudder's, thanks for sticking up for me!" I said, giving him a reassuring smile, as he looked at me, concerned.

"You would've done the same for me, brother's stick together, remember?" I nodded, wiping my eyes. The rest of the ride was silent, and we got home in five minutes.

As we walked in, I sat on my favorite chair, wincing slightly as I sat down, okay, maybe I hurt my wrist more than I thought. But that isn't important right now. Dudley, Petunia and Vernon sat on the sofa opposite as I took a deep breath.

"I saw the night they died," I said quietly. Confusion was written across all their faces and I continued, "Can I please be called Harry from now on?"

"Harry? Why would you want to be called Harry? Your name is Ryder?" Dudley asked, baffled about the whole situation. Petunia sighed and nodded,

"Of course, Harry, it's your choice, I'm sorry you had to see that dreadful night again," Dudley flapped his hands about in frustration.

"Whats going on!?"

"Harry isn't your brother, Dudley, he's your cousin, his parents died in 1981, on Halloween, Dudder's, you were born 5 weeks before Harry-"

"So you've been lying to me all this time? How could you?!" He asked, getting off the settee. I sighed, I knew I should've told him sooner. He's still my brother, no matter what.

"It's what had to be done, I'm so sorry Darling!"

Dudley didn't listen, he gave one look at me, before running all the way upstairs to his room and slammed the door. I may have just lost him, the person I thought would always be by my side.

"He'll come around," Vernon says, getting up and going to his office. I shook my head at no one in particular. Not this time. The look on his face, the tears in his eyes... He will never trust me again.

I'm never going to forgive myself. I lied to him for two years, he had no idea. I won't be able to look at him again.

"Maybe it's best if I leave," I spoke my thoughts. If I left, I'd be able to find out more about my real parents, about the life in that world, with magic and all. I could research on who Voldemort is. I could find out why he killed my Mum and Dad. I've got three years, why not use them?